As most of you have noticed, there is something else in the title of this blog that has yet to really be talked about. And since I talk about caffeine and my adoration of it pretty often, it’s the Homesteading part. Chad and I are slowly dipping our toes into the life of Homesteaders. Before Noah’s diagnosis, we were making big strides into changing our lives to more simpler ones. The idea of the Homesteader is that you live off what you grow. This isn’t a debate for meat eaters vs vegetarians ( or vegans). We eat meat. I personally see certain animals as food and we act accordingly with it. I could talk a bit about how much fossil fuels are used to bring that kiwi to the table, but that is kind of pointless. Because this isn’t a blog about preaching my ideas to others in the idea that I have found the right way to live, and everyone else is wrong. It’s just talking about how we do things.
A week ago Chad culled 4 of our roosters. Yes, we had 4 roosters. We got a flock in late spring, then a few weeks ago Chad noticed that 4 of them had tail feathers. We can’t have 5 roosters and 15 hens. Those poor girls wouldn’t be able to take all 0f the “attention”, and quite honestly it’s not fair to them. So Chad decided to take a step into Homesteading and he processed them. This is the part of the story where I tell you that I couldn’t watch. I didn’t want to see the setup, I didn’t want to see the process, I wanted to close my eyes and pretend it wasn’t happening at all. See, the part of Homesteading I like is the gardening. It’s the growing of vegetables and fruits from the dirt. It’s feeding our kids foods that we know were grown in the best and most natural way possible. I don’t have a moral issue with culling the chickens, I just didn’t want to see it. So maybe I am a Homesteader lite.
Our life goal for our family is to eventually move to a home with 5-10 acres. To have that land be our life. To grow everything we eat. I can’t speak for everyone but I can say that the reason we are choosing a life like this is I see the direction that our society is going, and it makes me want to move in the opposite direction. We have grocery stores filled with foods that aren’t really foods. Things that are made in factories and processed to the point where there isn’t a lot (if any) nutritional content left. We are feeding our kids produce that was grown from a seed that is not found in nature, that is again, grown in a lab and produced in a factory. While we buy bananas for our smoothies, I try to make efforts to not buy produce that has traveled more than I have. Because I would feel like I had no right to complain about our environment or even the price of gas if I am contributing to the issue by buying foods that are grown halfway across the country. I am not sitting here saying that our way is the right way. I am just saying it’s our way. People have a way of getting defensive when I talk about where your food comes from. Or they can get upset when I talk about the fact that we eat meat. But the reality is, our way is just simply our way. This will probably be a recurring theme here because I don’t want anyone to think I am being judgy or preachy. Or anything else that ends with -y.
I don’t talk a lot about Homesteading here, because it’s taken a back seat with everything going on with Noah. But with his health issues, it’s even more important to make sure and try to feed the kids foods that are the best, and that means local and grown in a organic way. Our garden went to hell this year because Noah was in the hospital right at the time where everything would be going into the ground. But next year we have hopes to have something really amazing.
So if I was being honest, am I am Homesteader? No. But I want t0 be, and I know that is what is best for everyone here.
And knowing is half the battle.
*cue 80’s theme music*